Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Aubrey’s POV

After leaving the Lynn estate, I handed the share transfer contract to my father and watched as he signed it. Under the moonlight, the golden threads woven into the parchment shimmered coldly

used to bind contracts between werewolf families.

When he finally set down the pen, I exhaled deeply.

a sacred mark

It was done. The Mary family’s assets were officially severed from the Lynn family. The legacy my grandfather left behind would no longer be tainted by their greed.

Still, I couldn’t help but warn, “Dad, reclaiming these shares wasn’t easy. Don’t let Aurelia trick you again.”

His face flushed slightly. After a moment’s pause, he looked at me and hesitated. “Aubrey… what you said at the party… was it all true?”

“Of course.” I didn’t even blink.

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me before?”

His voice sounded strained – a tangle of shame and urgency.

I let out a faint laugh. “And if I had? Would you have believed me?”

His shoulders slumped. He knew the answer as well as I did. He had trusted Aurelia and Bailey too easily, too blindly. His expression fell into a gray kind of remorse, and he choked out an apology. “I’m sorry, Aubrey. I’ve failed you… and I’ve failed your mother.”

“Enough,” I cut him off. “The past is over. Just be smarter from now on.”

With that, I turned and walked away.

Back at the apartment, I dove into my research for the werewolf medic team. Whether or not Alpha Henry would support me, this was something I needed to do. I already had a few candidates in mind, drawn from memories of my past life, but I still had more groundwork to lay.

The next morning, I went out for a run. Along the way, I overheard people talking – the old Lynn family patriarch had fallen ill. They claimed it was because an omega – me – had infuriated him.

couldn’t help

wouldn’t waste the

mind. “Their whole damn family should be skinned and strung

I wasn’t trying to be

time I got back to my

And there he was.

Alpha Henry.

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the entrance, the ground at his feet littered with cigarette butts clearly, he’d been

over slowly.

me and said steadily, “I

what he’d been doing

-the werewolf who could prove

“Where?” I asked.

“Get in the car.“.

I didn’t hesitate.

*

a

Ocean Villa. Once inside, he turned on the massive screen that took

what was going

Mariana’s voice.

A concert?

eyes sharpened, locking on the screen. It was one of Mariana’s tour performances – flashy, dazzling, almost hypnotic. The cheers of the crowd echoed through the room,

she’s a ruthless woman. I met Daria. I still can’t

–

someone, if she could steal someone’s art… then how could she possibly have risked

gave a soft laugh and said nothing, staring at the

delicate, angelic